TO: Chris Carson / FROM: Daniel Blake

Started by Mara Blake, July 27, 2018, 12:41:43 pm

Mara Blake

The first thing seen on the screen is a shot of the sky. It's bright, clear blue. A couple birds of prey can be seen wheeling about in the distance. At the bottom of the screen is a tuft of brown, curly hair.

"Go-se, go-se, tah mah duh!"

Mara's voice can be heard, filled with more anger and frustration than Chris has ever heard in her.

"Please God, work! I'm begging you..."

Her voice is becoming panicked, absolutely desperate. The screen shakes up and down; a tell-tale sign that the person holding the device was running. The face that pops in and out of view is Mara's but it is completely unfamiliar to Chris: instead of the calm, sedate, and on rare occasions cheerful face has been replaced with one racked with fear, grief and anxiety.

And then there is a brief flutter of picture and the sounds of someone diving to the ground. Mara's face appears centre screen - apparently she has sat down behind some kind of building.

"Oh thank God. Carson? Are you there?"

Mara looks into the screen, desperately searching for his reply. Of course it's obvious to Chris that this is a recorded message; there was no request for a live wave. Mara never was any good with technology. She waits for several more agonising seconds. It looks like she's going to cry...

"Carson?" she asks faintly. "I just don't have anyone else to call..."

She looks around on the screen; she's trying to figure out what's gone wrong. Either she figures it out or simply decides to continue because she's got no other options.

"We were attacked," she explains. Her voice levels out as she goes on. She's pulling herself together because she has to. She takes a deep breath. Her steely resolve is coming back. The Mara Chris knows is still there, fighting through.

"Those gorram Purple-Bellies found us. I don't know how but they found us. We're done."

There's a pause; there's something she is trying to say but she just can't form the words. Whatever it is seems like it is choking her.

"It's just me. I'm still on Ezra. I need help. I need... I need someplace to go, to get off-world, to lay low..."

There's a pause.

"I hope this gets through."

She pushes a button to end the recording and the message is sent.

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